I created a foundation

Kaz's voice was low and magnetic, yet devoid of any human emotion.

Igarashi Takashi opened his mouth, but only a "ho ho" sound of air leaking out of his throat.

A wealth he was proud of.

The underground kingdom he carefully constructed.

In the face of absolute power, it is as fragile as paper.

The corner of Kaz's mouth curled up into an almost negligible arc.

That's not a smile.

It's more like a brief curiosity about the habits of some lower creature.

"Weak...food."

He raised his hand.

Under Igarashi Takashi's horrified gaze, the bones of the arm began to wriggle strangely, stretch, and become pointed.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a bone blade that shone with a dark luster.

Igarashi Takashi slumped in a specially made chair.

The crotch of the expensive suit quickly became wet and emitted a pungent odor.

He finally found his voice.

"no, do not want……"

However, begging for mercy was in vain.

Bone blade, swung casually.

There was no sound of wind.

No obstacles.

Igarashi Takashi's head flew high into the air with an expression of disbelief.

The hot blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the Persian carpet worth tens of millions red and splashing Kaz's flawless cheeks.

Kaz stuck out his tongue and gently licked the blood beads on his lips.

His expression remained indifferent.

It was as if I had just tasted a drop of ordinary dew.

"Hmm, the blood of this era... still tastes the same."

At this moment, the shrill alarm sounded throughout the mansion.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from all directions.

Those were the private guards raised by Igarashi Takashi.

They are well-equipped and include many retired special forces soldiers.

However, in front of Kaz, these so-called elites were no different from lambs to be slaughtered.

Kaz's figure turned into a purple afterimage and rushed out of the monitoring room.

In the corridor.

A dozen bodyguards armed with automatic weapons just rushed to the door.

They didn't even get a clear look at the enemy.

I just feel like my eyes are blurred.

Then, there was the excruciating pain of the body being torn apart.

Kaz didn't use any fancy abilities.

He relied solely on the ultimate creature's speed that was beyond human imagination.

power.

And the instinct to deform one's own bones and muscles at will.

Hand knife.

Elbow strike.

Knee bump.

Every attack is precise and deadly.

The sound of bones breaking.

The sound of muscles tearing.

The scream before death.

Interwoven into a bloody melody of death.

Kaz was like a tiger among sheep.

No.

He is more graceful than a tiger.

More efficient.

His movements even had a kind of cruel beauty.

It's not as if they are killing.

Instead, it is a perfect hunting performance.

A bodyguard captain tried to aim at Kaz with the shotgun in his hand.

His finger had just been on the trigger.

Kaz's arms had already wrapped around his neck like a poisonous snake.

Twist gently.

"Click."

The crisp sound of bone cracking.

The captain's head drooped at a strange angle.

Blood gushed out from his seven orifices.

Kaz threw the body away as if it were a useless piece of trash.

He didn't even pause.

Continue walking deeper into the mansion.

There, there is more "food".

Igarashi Takashi's family.

servant.

And those guests who were startled by the alarm and had not yet had time to escape.

Cries of despair.

Futile resistance.

They were all crushed to pieces by Kaz's absolute power.

Wherever he passed, he left behind only broken limbs and arms.

A strong smell of blood began to permeate the entire mansion.

Like a huge, invisible vortex, swallowing up all life.

A few minutes later.

Everything fell into dead silence.

Kaz stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor of the mansion.

Outside the window is the dazzling night view of Tokyo.

Countless lights, like diamonds scattered on black velvet, sparkle with prosperity and bustle.

But in Kaz's eyes.

All of this is just background.

His reflection was clearly reflected on the glass.

His naked upper body was stained with dark red blood, but he did not look disheveled at all.

Instead, it adds a bit of weird charm.

He looked down at the huge city below him.

There was no expression on his face.

no joy.

No anger.

There is no satisfaction from just having a full meal.

There is only one kind of absolute arrogance that transcends everything.

And, treating it like one's own hunting ground... is a matter of course.

"This planet...is finally becoming interesting again."

He whispered softly.

The sound was not loud, but it seemed to carry some kind of law-like power, penetrating the night sky.

a new one.

Above all known anomalies.

The ultimate threat.